Saturday, October 8, 2016

Young and foolish


When I was young and foolish
There were times I was in my cups
As beer and a whisky chaser
Did lead me to brawls and punch ups

No better was I when married
Friday nights with office mates I went
Now downing pints and even more
From pubs I suffered banishment

Luckily when kiddies came along
They put me on a straighter road
My liver sighed now with relief
To spend more time in our abode

Note 1.  In my cups means to be drunk
Note 2.  This is not autobiographical!

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7 comments:

  1. Nice ditty, but I wish it were autobiographical! :)

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  2. For once I can say I am not in my cups! Thank you Old Egg and autobiographical or not let's hope all our livers are well...chin chin

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  3. Isn't it awful that you deem it necessary to say that your poem is not autobiographical.So many readers think that everything one writes is autobiographical. (Yawn!)Like your rhyming couplets.

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    1. It couldn't have been me I never drink out of a bottle!

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  4. ...so the biographical version would be far too shocking then! Totally agree about not drinking out of bottles - taste is all about employing two senses, one being smell. You've got me going on a pet subject of mine now! I#ll belt up!

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  5. This is from observation most seen even today! Now it is far worse as there are more outlets and credit card payments make it convenient!

    Hank

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